Novel & Cerita Scp Lord Blackwood

***** Somewhere across the city, in a room with a small window and no identifying features, a man sat in the shadows. He was older—weathered by years of war and loss. His presence filled the room even in silence, heavy and oppressive. He sat perfectly still, waiting. A door opened behind him. Footsteps. Someone entered, bowing slightly. “Sir.” The man in shadow didn’t turn. “Speak.” “The scout was spotted near the Blackwood gala. Inside their territory.” A pause. “And?” “The heir was there, Alaric Blackwood. And his father.” “I know who they are. Tell me what I don’t know.”

"Ambush formation. No survivors." We melted into the shadows of the ancient oaks lining the drive, wolves in human skin, waiting. Headlights pierced the night, engines roaring as Hanlon's convoy charged in—armored trucks, mercenaries spilling out like rats from a sinking ship. Hanlon himself emerged from the central SUV, a tall, gaunt figure in a tailored suit soaked by the rain, his face a sneer of triumph under the floodlights. Silver hair plastered to his skull, eyes glowing with mad ambition. "Blackwood!" he shouted, voice amplified by a megaphone, echoing mockingly. "Your traitor's spilled everything. The heir's born—premature, weak. Hand him over, and I'll make your end quick. Resist,

Sophia was taken aback by my comment but she immediately snapped back into her professional role, clicking a button that brought a complex, multicolored flow chart onto the large screen above her head. “The core target is Blackwood Corporate Holdings, which is primarily controlled by Gordon Blackwood. And according to my reports, the criminal activity centers around large-scale infrastructure projects, they’re too numerous to mention but every big contract that has happened in the city, the Blackwood empire has been involved in it, legally or not,” Sophia explained, using a laser pointer to trace a series of numbered boxes leading to offshore entities.

For the first time since I had known him, Alexander Blackwood looked like a man who was genuinely ready to kill someone. And the someone in question was still standing with his arm around my waist.

I heard the shadow tell her about the former Chief Royal Chef. "The former Chief Royal Chef thought she could change the flavors of Blackwood. She died screaming in this very kitchen. The wolves do not like new flavors. The same will happen to you." The shadow said. I felt blood drain from my face. This was not a plot. This was something internal. The figure was talking about the history of Blackwood. "Winning is not the prize here, Sophie." The shadow said. "Then what is?" Sophie asked. "Surviving. But no one survives Blackwood for long." The voice replied.

The old man was nearly choking with anger. "Do you think that just because he’s here, I can’t do anything to you?" "Dominic Blackwood may be a bit of a rogue, but he’s not so far gone that he can't tell right from wrong." My words came with a barrage of insults directed at the old man. The old man sneered, "Today, I'll show you who the real master of the Blackwood family is." He then shot a glance at his bodyguard, and they surged into the room. The door was slammed shut behind them. I raised an eyebrow. "Old man, are you planning to take me out before Dominic Blackwood arrives?" "Hah, you should have died three years ago!" Isabella Blackwood leaned closer to the old man, adding fuel to the

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

There was a air of command about him that had me somewhere between guarded and intrigued. "Morning" he greeted, his voice smooth as he approached “How’s our patient?” I frowned a little— I did not recognise him, even though he had been the one to aid me with that wolf. “Ethan Blackwood?" This was the part that got me as i tried to remember who he was caused i have heard about the name before "As in the Blackwood family, who owned land around Silverwood?" I asked to be sure if he was the one. He chuckled as he nodded , a small smile at the corners of his lips. “That’s right. I am in charge of the land, and hence, the wildlife. After watching the aggressiveness of this wolf last night. And I f

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.